Life In The Fast Lane

Oh wow you guys, I have had an incredibly eventful week+end. Excellent way to close out the semester, if I do say so.

I've been on this massive energy high ever since staying up till 3 a.m. to finish what amounts to a Brontë/Thursday Next fanfic for a class's final, which was then followed by staying up till 3 the next night as a result of seeing The Avengers, which was fantastic and perfect and my favorite superhero movie yet, then I tore through my etymology final with much gusto, polished my final draft of that Marxist AD paper, and snuck up to the roof of a campus building with actual turrets and parapets and whatnot.

Then just yesterday, I had a lunch date with a lovely and classy person, took a highly restful nap, started a thrilling book on language by Steven Pinker (yes, I like linguistics; don't judge), went to a lake and swam across the entire thing because I could, later discovered the lake was closed for some reason (if I die of e. coli or something, I have no one but myself to blame), knew the delight of squishing about in endless mud, took "ironic" non-hipster photos with fences and nature paths and such, engaged in gladiatorial Nerf combat, discussed some stimulating topics of discourse with fellow seekers, and went on one last early-morning donut run, which I am now feeling the effects of in the form of a sugar-induced headache etc.

Now it's just an Old English final and a few more days between myself and the end of the semester, which means I will also be moving into the house I hope to occupy until the end of the year and graduation. Crikey!